Solace

I love  
being
cradled
deep  
in your  
heart  
with every  
soft
spoken
word
you  
carry me
home
as we  
bask
in sunny
days
blazed & blessed  
I must
confess
as a gentle  
breeze
whistles
through
the  
pine trees  
leaning  
into  
one another  
in an open
field
of  
blossoming  
wildflowers  
and
with each
tender  
moment
we grow  
closer  
even  
more so
when
you  
raid my
whole  
being
strategically
sealing  
the haemorrhage  
that flows  
at 3am
when  
I’m being
missed
or
missing  
in action
mourning  
the  
intersection  
criss crossing
the bridge  
we built
and
my spirit  
guides
me back
towards  
my  
beloved
as he  
strums
on my  
heart  
strings  
whilst  
his fingers
run  
the length  
of my  
skeletal frame
pushing & pulling
against the  
fringes  
of all  
those  
frayed  
loose ends
that  
remain  
gaping
like a wound
and
there’s nothing
questionable
about
his  
blatant intent
to pin  
me  
down
with  
the weight
of his
throbbing  
blue veined
muscular  
masculine energy
pressed & folded
firmly
captured  
in the
palm
of his  
hands  
surrendering  
to his  
unwavering  
love  
and  
loyalty  
until I’m bound  
to his
fiercely guarded  
desires  
and
I can’t contain
myself  
as I undress
him
with my eyes
as he  
swaddles me
in his arms
whilst  
baring arms
and
we go to  
war
battling forces  
unseen
yet felt
in the  
volcanic rupturing  
whilst  
retreating  
in the midst
of his
monastic
yet
fetishistic  
godly incarnate
presence
and  
his soft  
whispers
trigger memories
like prayers
etched  
into my
saintly
legacy
oscillating springwater  
swirls  
whilst  
breathing  
in his
heavenly  
breath
until I can
breathe  
again
only  
for him
to  
leave me
breathless  
whilst tempering  
his
ferocious appetite
splayed  
willingly
wanting  
tabling his
unspoken  
confessions
tallying the receipts  
as he  
sinks
himself
into
the depths
of my  
still waters
relentlessly  
until I’m  
bursting  
at the seams
from
the way he
makes me
cascade
me
every  
which way
until  
he opts
to position  
me
sideways
as he  
fills
me
hard & deep
triggering  
his torrential
flow
until  
it hurts
just  
the way  
I like it
when  
he takes  
his
frustrations  
out  
on me
until  
he transitions  
us
towards
aftercare
and
his melancholic  
eyes
speak
no lies  
when  
he kisses
my raw
soul
and
he’s equally
damaged
in need  
of  
care
as we find  
solace
in the  
serendipitous  
madness
that unfolds  
around  
us
whilst
exploring  
one another’s  
boundaries
and
I wonder  
if I’m equipped  
with the  
same
aptitude  
to cope  
with
his
shifting sands  
of
inconsistency  
as I’m intolerable
when  
my care  
factor
finally  
plummets  
back
to ground  
zero
and
the ice age
dawns  
upon us
and  
that’s why
we need  
daily
moments
spent in
supplication  
as those  
moments  
enable us  
to bond
deeper
than ever  
before.